Jill Valentine climbed out of the back of the ambulance, watching the chaos raging around
her.  Police and medical personnel were everywhere, checking the patients who had been recovered
from the overrun hospital.  The hospital itself was a burned out ruin.  Smoke still billowed out of
shattered windows, the outer walls were stained with blood and the gory remains of giant spiders.  A
crowd of doctors and nurses surrounded the stretchers of several young women, examining them to
make sure they were no longer impregnated with spider creature seed.  The young male doctor who
had examined Jill hours ago quickly walked up to her as she sat on the rear fender of the ambulance.

     "I had to send your test data to another hospital for analysis and they say you're clean, there
isn't anymore mutant sperm in your uterus or vaginal cavity."

     When Jill smiled with relief, the young doctor nodded and rushed to help his other waiting
patients.

     "Good news, Ms. Valentine," said Captain Mikhail Victor.  "Are you ready to accompany
my unit now?"

     "Why do you need me, Captain?" countered Jill.  "If you work for Umbrella you should
have all the experts you could want."

     "I do, Ms. Valentine," agreed Mikhail.  "But you've been in Raccoon City, you know the
layout, the dangers."

     "I barely made it out once, I won't put my neck in the noose again," swore Jill vehemently.

     "Make her an offer," suggested Sgt. Ginovaef from behind the Captain, his cold blue eyes
intent upon Jill while he smoked a cigarette.

     Captain Victor sighed.  "Umbrella has authorized me to offer you three hundred thousand
dollars if you accompany my team into Raccoon City and aid us on our mission to retrieve data and
samples from the lab installation there."

     "Typical Umbrella, if you have a problem throw money at it," sneered Jill.

     "Then think about this, Ms. Valentine," said Ginovaef.  "What if that overworked young
doctor is wrong?  What if you still have infected tissue inside you, festering, gestating, creating some
monstrosity that will tear itself out of you when its fully grown and strong?"

     "You bastard!" hissed Jill, horrified tears welling beneath her burning eyes.

     "We need you, Ms. Valentine, and perhaps you will need us, should we not work together
for our mutual benefit?" asked Captain Victor.

     "Alright, I'll go with you to Raccoon City," murmured Jill, bowing her head.

     "Tell Carlos that we're ready to go.  I want the chopper prepped and hot in ten minutes,"
ordered Captain Victor.

     "Sir," nodded Nicholai, glancing smugly at Jill before departing.
*****
 

     "Ada!  Help me!" screamed Sherry Birkin as she ran along the sewer ledge.

     Ada Wong leaned against the tunnel wall, panting harshly, dripping water soaking her raven
hair and pink blouse.  She held a small revolver in both hands, almond-shaped eyes flicking to her
right, where the thing crawled towards her.  Sherry's high-pitched scream made Ada wince, she
swallowed the bile in her throat, the pistol shaking in her tightly clenched hands.

     The thing appeared from the darkness, its skin glistening and sickly yellow.  It walked on
four short legs, it was a squat thing, like a bloated tick.  Mandibles clicked around its razor-edged
mouth as it opened its jaws wide, vomiting a stream of small, crab-shaped spawn.

     Ada screamed, leveling the revolver and blasting the mother creature.  The thing burst apart
like an overripe fruit, gushing foul-smelling goo over Ada and the dripping tunnel walls.  Ada tried
to shoot the advancing crab things, but her revolver was empty.  Cursing, Ada spun and fled, wiping
slime from her mouth, then reaching into a pocket of her short, pink skirt to retrieve bullets for her
weapon.  Rounding a corner, Ada froze, her eyes wide, bullets falling from her slack fingers.

     Sherry was on her back, her short legs spread apart as another yellow mandible thing
squatted between her small thighs.  A stream of crab spawn skittered from the thing's maw into
Sherry's bare cunt, wriggling inside her pussy enthusiastically.

     Ada gulped, then vomited into the sewer stream to her right.  Sherry moved her head, gazed
at Ada with agony-filled eyes.

     "Please," moaned Sherry, before she arched her back, her open mouth trembling while yet
another crab spawn wriggled into her soft, hairless cunt.

     "I'm sorry," wept Ada, dropping her revolver, her mind filled with revulsion and guilt.

     Ada didn't notice the crab spawn climbing up her legs until it was too late.  She screamed,
brushing at her stocking-clad legs, knocking the sharp-clawed things away.  The young woman fell
to her knees on the slick ledge, reaching out for her revolver.  Ada gasped when she felt a crab
spawn tear through her panties and dig into her pussy.  She reached back, grasping the thing and
dragging it out of her cunt.  The thing snapped at her fingers, ripping her skin with sharp pincers.
Ada dropped the struggling spawn into the sewer stream, but dozens more covered her legs,
scrabbled up her thighs and underneath her skirt.

     "Please, no!" shouted Ada, her body convulsing as several crab spawn slipped into her cunt
and filled her vagina.  Ada fell onto her side, breasts heaving, legs shuddering while more crab
spawn fought to push inside her where it was warm and moist.  Ada felt her consciousness slip away,
the last sensation in her brain was of the crab spawn filling her belly, wriggling obscenely inside her.
*****
 

     Jill sat quietly in the chopper's passenger cabin, trying to ignore Carlos' leering smile.  She
checked the Beretta set against her right hip, then checked the second pistol on her left.  A combat
knife nestled inside her right boot.  Jill still wore her black shorts and red t-shirt, she refused to wear
an Umbrella uniform.  A small backpack rested next to Jill's left leg, it contained spare ammo for her
Berettas, some food bars, bottled water, and a first-aid kit.  Sitting opposite Jill were the three
Umbrella soldiers: Captain Victor, who was looking out the cockpit window, Sgt. Ginovaef, who
was examining the latest satellite photos of Raccoon City, and Private Oliveira, who cradled his
assault rifle in his lap while admiring Jill.

     "What's the government's response to the outbreak in Raccoon City?" inquired Jill.

     "They're helping Umbrella quarantine the city until our mission is complete," replied
Captain Victor.  "After we pull out the city will be nuked."

     "Why aren't they bombing the city now?"

     "Umbrella has powerful friends in Congress and in the White House, we were able to delay
the military for a short time," smiled Sgt. Ginovaef.

     Jill glared balefully at Ginovaef, lapsing back into silence.

     "Say," began Carlos, "when we're done here, how about you and me go celebrate?  A nice
dinner, some wine.."

     "I'd date a zombie first," growled Jill.

     Ginovaef chuckled while Carlos turned red with anger.

     "Get ready, we're about to make our drop," said Captain Victor curtly.

     Jill drew her right pistol and chambered a round as the chopper angled down for landing.
Carlos loaded his rifle, while Ginovaef put away the sat scans and readied his own Uzi.  The
chopper set down with a shudder, and Victor threw open the cabin door.

     "Move out!" ordered the Captain, ushering his team through the hatch.

     Jill hopped down onto the street.  The sun was setting, coloring the building faces in shades
of blood red and dull orange.  Smoke darkened the sky, columns of black vapor boiled up through
the air, clogging Jill's lungs.

     The chopper lifted back up, disappearing into the last weak rays of sunlight.

     "I want to reach the lab before full night falls, the zombies should be sluggish right now,"
said Victor, setting a fast pace down the street.

     "There are other things besides zombies prowling the streets," warned Jill, holding her pistol
with a sweat-slick palm.
*****
 

     Water washing over a dangling leg dragged Ada out of oblivion.  She rested on her belly, the
cold concrete ledge pressed against her left cheek.  The filthy sewer water tugged on Ada's
outstretched right leg, coating her torn stocking with slime.  Ada raised herself up with her arms,
struggling into a sitting position next to the tunnel wall, removing her soaked leg from the sludgy
current.  The young woman pressed a hand over her stomach, she couldn't feel the crab spawn inside
her any longer.  Hesitantly, Ada raised her blood-soaked skirt.  She nearly vomited again when she
beheld her torn, bleeding cunt.  Long, dripping scratches lined the insides of Ada's thighs, the
wounds burned faintly, perhaps from infection.  Ada lowered her skirt, panted for breath.  The
tunnel stank of urine and feces, Ada felt a wave of nausea pass over her.  Ada reluctantly looked at
the spot where little Sherry had lain, helpless while the crab spawn had crawled inside her young
womb.  Sherry was gone, only a splash of dark blood marked her resting place.  Ada sobbed softly,
wondering if Sherry was dead.  Perhaps death would be a blessing, thought Ada as she grasped the
slick wall and struggled to her feet.  Ada's shoes were gone, her thin hose offered no protection from
the chill concrete ledge's surface.

     Ada searched briefly for her revolver, but wasn't surprised when she failed to find it.
Considering her options, Ada did the only thing she could do, she walked down the ledge, following
sporadic drops of blood that marked Sherry's passage through the sewer.
 

     Sherry moved in and out of consciousness.  She hung over something's shoulder, something
with wiry muscles and not a shred of skin.  The young girl felt something wet slide against her leg, it
slithered over her crotch, rubbing her tender pussy.  Sherry stiffened, a crab spawn wriggled out of
her cunt, fat and clumsy.  Whatever carried Sherry snatched the emerging crab spawn, then there
was a loud crunching sound, as if something was chewing.  Sherry shivered in terror, what was
carrying her?  Would it eat her next?  Overwhelmed with fear, the young girl fainted, limp in her
captor's grasp.
*****
 

     "Fuck!" shouted Carlos, ejecting an empty clip and slapping a fresh one into his assault rifle.
Jill aimed her Beretta with both hands, punching rounds into the closest zombie heads.

     "We have to keep moving!" said Victor, blasting a staggering zombie to the ground with
several blasts from his pistol.

     "Let's separate!  Send Carlos and Jill into the park, we'll head toward the manufacturing
district!" suggested Ginovaef.

     Captain Victor nodded, "Carlos!  Take Jill and head to the park!  When you evade the
zombies, rendevous with us at the Umbrella lab."

     "Yes, sir!" acknowledged Carlos, looking at Jill and gesturing in the direction of the park.

     Jill stared coldly at Ginovaef for a second before following Carlos.

     Ginovaef fired a long burst from his Uzi, clearing a path through a side street that led in the
direction of the Umbrella facility.
 

     Carlos walked cautiously through the widely spaced trees, the thick grass crunching beneath
his boots.  He held his rifle before him, sweeping the barrel from side to side as he walked.  Jill
stayed five feet behind Carlos, Beretta upraised in her right hand, her eyes narrowed, scanning the
trees and the grounds behind them.  Jill stopped when she heard a shuffling noise, as if something
was digging nearby.

     "What's wrong?" hissed Carlos when he realized that Jill wasn't following him.

     "I hear something," replied Jill softly.

     They both stood still, ears strained, perspiration gleaming over their faces.

     Something exploded out of the ground beneath Carlos.  The man flew through the air,
crashing into a tree trunk and slumping to the grass.  Striking in a blur, the long creature trapped
Carlos' head in its mouth, beheading the stunned soldier with a loud, bone-rending crunch.

     Jill drew her second pistol and fired both of her guns at the huge, worm-like creature.  The
thing squealed as Jill's bullets tore into its flesh, dark green blood splattered across its body.  The
ground shuddered beneath Jill's boots.  Before Jill could move, the earth tore open beneath her feet
and another giant worm pushed her up into the air.  Jill landed roughly, losing her weapons and the
air from her lungs.  Coughing, Jill tried to crawl away as the giant worm slithered towards her,
opening its circular maw, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.  A long, wriggling tongue emerged
from the giant worm's mouth.  The tendril wrapped around Jill's legs, binding them together as it
dragged her closer.  Jill scratched frantically at the ground, vainly trying to reach one of her
weapons.  A second dripping tongue extended from the giant worm's orifice, it caressed Jill's thighs,
then dug into her shorts, slithering past her panties and into her cunt.

     Jill gasped, outstretched on her back as the giant worm probed her vagina, its fat tongue
quivering within her cunt.  The tongue holding Jill's legs released her and slipped underneath her
thin t-shirt, snapping open her bra before it started stroking her warm nipples.

     Jill moaned weakly, her arms limp on the grass above her head as the giant worm shoved its
tongue deeper into her vagina, the tendril writhing like a snake, stroking the moist folds of her cunt,
oozing streams of slime between her trembling thighs.  Jill's nipples engorged from the touch of the
worm's second tongue, the tendril coated the young woman's breasts with slime as it tasted her
creamy tit flesh.  Jill gasped, shuddering when the huge tongue between her legs rubbed against her
skin, the probe clammy with drool.  When Jill felt the thick tongue enter her belly, she orgasmed,
biting her lower lip to stifle her cries of ecstasy.  The giant worm's tongue worked faster inside Jill's
pussy, devouring her honey.  The second tongue encircled each of Jill's quivering breasts, caressing
them, relishing them.
*****
 

     "Your little diversion worked, Ginovaef," said Victor, placing the last G-Virus sample into
its secure container.

     "Of course, animals can never resist live bait," chuckled Nicholai, shutting down the last
computer and sliding his data disk into a leg pouch.

     The two Umbrella soldiers left the dark research station, the lab's intercom counting down
the minutes until self-destruction.
*****
 

     Ada halted when the blast of warm air hit her.  She looked down a narrow side tunnel, trying
to peer through the darkness with no success.  The young woman thought she heard a child's moan,
but she couldn't be sure.  Taking a deep breath, then regretting it when the awful stench filled her
nose, Ada entered the narrow tunnel, hands sliding over the cool, wet walls.
 

     The Licker poked its head out of the hole, sampling the night air with its long, glistening
tongue.  It smelled Jill lying senseless on the grass, it smelled the scent of her wet cunt.  Grinning
demonically, the Licker crawled out of the hole and raced towards Jill.  Tasting the air again, the
Licker grasped Jill's limp body and settled her over its left shoulder.  Bowed down by the young
woman's dead weight, the Licker rushed back to the hole made by the giant worm and disappeared
within the sheltering earth.
 

     Sherry opened her heavy eyes, wrinkling her small nose from the powerful reek of decay and
musk.  The chamber was dark, but enough light came from the sewer to illuminate the room's
inhabitants.  Lickers filled the circular room, hanging from the gleaming walls, scuttling about the
floor on four slender, skinless legs.  A soft moan would occasionally break the heavy silence, Sherry
stared in the direction of the moans, and whimpered when she saw the source.  Several young girls
were stretched out in one section of the room.  They were pinned onto their backs, naked, while
Lickers explored their virgin cunts with long, serpentine tongues.  More Lickers gnawed on the
helpless girls' small tits, marring their soft flesh with bloody bite marks.  Sherry averted her tear-
filled eyes, and discovered a second group of Lickers devouring the girls they were done playing
with, ripping away flesh from bone with sharp, shark-like teeth.  Sherry screamed when she saw one
Licker nuzzling inside a wide-eyed girl's skull, slurping out chunks of glistening brain.

     The Licker that had captured Sherry hissed from her right.  The young girl twitched, her
huge eyes watching the creature as it clacked its teeth at her, its vicious claws opening and closing
with eager anticipation.  Sherry sobbed, her small chest shuddering, a trickle of pee escaping down
her small legs.  The Licker bared its fangs, squeezing Sherry's tiny shoulders and rolling her onto
her small belly.  The creature hiked up Sherry's pleated skirt, scratching her little buttocks with its
claws, ripping thin lines across her pert ass.  Sherry cried as the Licker caressed her ass with its cold
tongue.  It slid its tongue up and down the young girl's crack, relishing the taste of her young, ripe
flesh.  The fondling tongue slipped between Sherry's closed thighs, slithered inside her little cunnie.
Sherry bit her lip so hard it bled, she sobbed while the Licker probed inside her moist cunt, sliding
deeper and deeper inside her.  Sherry's small hips started to move, juices escaped from her vagina
and coated the Licker's penetrating tongue.  The Licker dug its claws deeper into Sherry's buttocks,
ripped the skin on the backs of the child's thighs.  Sherry moaned loudly, her body on fire, her hips
jerking back and forth while the Licker's tongue writhed inside her belly, caressing her vagina,
making her tiny clit shiver.  Sherry orgasmed, screaming as she lost control of her pussy, juices
spraying over the Licker's face and exposed brain.  The Licker went wild, slurping on the girl's
trembling cunt, claws raking over her twitching hips.
 

     Ada entered the reeking chamber, her mind unable to register all the horrors taking place
within.  She stumbled against a wall, her stomach twisting with nausea, her bowels threatening to
release at any moment.  Ada's right foot slipped in a pool of sticky blood.  She glanced down, and
recognized the dead woman's uniform, she had once been a Raccoon City cop.  Ada restrained a
gasp when she noticed that the dead cop still had her pistol in its holster.  Slowly, not wanting to
attract the Lickers' attention, Ada knelt down and reached for the cop's gun.  She slipped it out of
the leather holster, it was a loaded Beretta.  Searching the chamber, Ada found Sherry, trapped on
her stomach while a Licker violated her, her tiny buttocks and thighs stained with blood and slime.
Rage filled Ada, she leveled the pistol and fired, splattering the Licker's open brain across the far
wall.  The other Lickers hissed in anger, gathering to attack Ada.  The young woman ran across the
room, jumping over lunging Lickers, gathering up Sherry's slack body and sprinting for the
chamber's exit.  Ada fired at any Licker that got too close, and reached the mouth of the narrow
tunnel.  She dove through the opening, her bare feet slapping over the tunnel floor.  Lickers hissed
shrilly behind Ada, pouring through the tunnel mouth in pursuit.  Gasping desperately for air, Ada
jumped, grabbing a thin pipe with her free hand.  The pipe broke from her weight, releasing a cloud
of hot gas into the tunnel.  Ada ran for the tunnel's exit, lungs pumping, sweat pouring from her
face.  The Lickers filled the entire tunnel, sliding over each other's skinless bodies to reach the
intruder and tear her apart.  Ada emerged into the main sewer tunnel.  She spun, aimed at the broken
pipe, and fired.  The young woman was thrown into the sewer stream by the backblast.  The entire
tunnel rocked as fire filled the Licker-choked tunnel, consuming everything.

     Ada pushed Sherry up onto the opposite ledge before struggling up herself.  She collapsed
onto her back, wheezing.  After a moment, Ada dragged herself over to Sherry and checked the
unconscious girl.  Sherry was alive, her pulse and heart were strong.  Ada rested against the damp
wall, she smiled softly.
*****
 

     "I guess they didn't make it through the park," mused Captain Victor.

     "I didn't think they would," replied Ginovaef.

     "I hate sacrificing good men and women," admitted Victor, his voice soft with shame.

     "I don't," retorted Ginovaef, placing the muzzle of a pistol against the back of Captain
Victor's head and squeezing the trigger.
*****
 

     A tremor shook the sewer tunnel that Jill's captor was using.  The Licker lost hold of Jill,
hissing with agitation as it watched Jill's body float away in the sewer current.  Jill followed the
twisting sewer passages, her body bobbing like a cork as reeking sewage flowed around her.  She
eventually hit a small staircase that climbed up onto a ledge.  Hands grabbed hold of Jill and
dragged her up onto the ledge.  Someone slapped Jill's face until she groaned and opened her sore
eyes.

     "What?"

     "Glad you're still alive," smiled a pretty Asian woman in a filthy, blood-splattered blouse
and skirt.

     "Me too, I think," moaned Jill, sitting up with the woman's help.  "My name's Jill."

     "Ada," offered the woman.  "And this is Sherry."

     Jill smiled at the young girl who clung to Ada's waist, her eyes glazed with shock.

     "What happened to her?  Is she okay?"

     "She's..been through a lot.  I hope she'll pull through," frowned Ada sadly.

     The women rested, then walked along the ledge, trudging through the sewer for over an hour
before they finally found an exit.  Jill let Ada and Sherry climb the ladder first, following them after
Ada had pushed away the lid covering the exit.  The fresh morning air was heaven to Jill, she took
huge, gulping breaths.  Ada was kneeling in front of Sherry, stroking the young girl's lank, blonde
hair, when Sgt. Ginovaef appeared from a side street, heading for the waiting chopper at the end of
the boulevard.

     "Ginovaef!  Get over here and help!" shouted Jill.

     The burly Russian stopped and squinted at the three young women.

     Ada stood up and turned to look at the stranger, her lovely eyes widened when she saw the
Umbrella soldier.

     "Nicholai Ginovaef!" gasped Ada.

     Ginovaef snarled, drawing a pistol from his vest and aiming at Ada.

     "What the fuck are you doing?" screamed Jill in disbelief.

     The crack of the pistol reverberated in Jill's ears.  Blood blossomed from Ada's chest as she
fell bonelessly to the street.  Ginovaef turned his smoking pistol on Jill, smiling coldly as he began
squeezing the trigger.

     The click of a pistol hammer froze Nicholai.  The soldier's eyes narrowed angrily when he
realized that Sherry had taken Ada's gun and now had it aimed at his head.  The small girl's thin
arms shook, but the muzzle remained pointed at Ginovaef.

     Jill walked slowly to Sherry and slipped the pistol from the girl's fingers, keeping the
weapon trained on Ginovaef.

     "Another time, Valentine," smiled Ginovaef, putting his gun away and walking quickly to
the waiting chopper.  Jill kept her pistol on the Russian's back until he disappeared into the
chopper's belly.  As the chopper departed, Jill knelt next to Ada, covering the ugly bullet wound
with her palms.

     Sherry fell onto her knees next to Jill, crying uncontrollably.

     "Give me your scarf, honey, I need to bind this!"

     Sherry handed Jill the blue piece of cloth.  Jill wrapped it tightly around Ada's chest to
staunch the flow of blood.

     "Is she going to die?" sobbed Sherry.

     "I don't know, honey," admitted Jill, her heart heavy with despair.

The End.